kontextmaschine:

Have realized that the last few years of “wait is someone playing their basement radio loud and I’m feeling it through the ground?” was no, apparently I’m crossing the brain wires that allow you to recognize every tune you’ve ever heard and the ones that recognize patterns in any random series of sensory inputs

Realized cause twice this week I caught myself starting to “hear” things I’d just been reminded of through purely textual inputs.

The plus side is I can walk down the street and parse it as this STOMP-ass version of Len’s “Steal My Sunshine”

Oh huh it just struck me that back in the Delirium of the Endless, Listening to Prozac, Helena Bonham Carter Manic Pixie Dream Girl ‘90s there was like an authenticity attached to being, as a basic character trait, mad

And now I have it!